The Song of the Wild Geese

I managed to get a good nights sleep last night. That helped improve my mood greatly. This morning is kind of gray and cool and we got two more waves of rain moving through next week – but spring is coming! The wild geese have been flying overhead in the morning. It is always a beautiful sight.

I'm not sure what I'm going to do today. I'll meet Tyrone for breakfast here shortly, and then after that I'm inclined to take a chance on a movie of some sort. We are supposed to go see Logan tomorrow – by we I mean Bob and Tyrone and I - so that's off the list of potential's for today. But I'm sure there's quite a few other movies out there that I haven't even seen yet.

I've got ample small things around the house to do if I elect to just have a quiet day at home. On the other hand, after all the hours I've been working, I am half tempted to go out and just wonderful a while. I haven't done a museum walk for quite a while now. Specifically I was thinking about going up to the Triton in Santa Clara.

Well, we will see what the day has in store. Let me finish up this cup of coffee, and I'm gonna head out and put some gas in the car, and pick up Tyrone for breakfast. The rest of it I'll just take as it comes.

Breakfast, Of Sorts

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Daily Life: It's the Law

The law clearly states that on sunny days in California all citizens
and non-citizens must drink iced coffee and eat lemon cake at sidewalk
tables. I know this is true because I just made it up and it is a
quantum universe after all.

Other People's Coffee

I woke up this morning at about four a.m., after a solid six hours of uninterrupted sleep. I rolled out, ran through the shower, dressed and drove into work through a pounding California rain. At that hour of the day there is very little traffic so between the rain and the piano concerto on the classical radio station it was a beautiful morning. It was still dark when I arrived at the office. I crossed the parking lot with the sound of big rain drops popping on my hood.

It is Friday. The work week is drawing to a close. Today should be quiet here in the office which always provides a certain amount of thinking room, which I enjoy. I am certainly savoring the sensuality of the day - from the warm cocoon of my bed, laying there in the darkness listening to the rain falling on the roof, to the cascade of hot water in the shower, to the smell of a clean sweater, to the scent of rain filling the morning air.

Since it is an off Friday for a lot of my co-workers, it a quiet morning in the office area. The only sound I can hear is the HVAC and the clicking of my keyboard. The one analyst I have working today went off in search of morning coffee. Sometimes the best morning coffee is other people's coffee. Then you can focus on that simple enjoyment.